perfectionist with a god complex

Subject… title… summary… whatever.

that too, sometimes i think the subject entry here are closer to our thoughts than we can imagine.

“It’s just one of those days
Where ya don’t wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks.
You don’t really know why
But you wanna justify rippin’ someone’s head off”

I know my life is going to hell when i can identify with limp bizkit.

i’m in a truly vile mood, i’ve been snapping at people in the office and this is a new development for them, they’ve only seen the shiny, happy, sugarcoated me.

not even the sugar rush is helping. what i’d really like to do is go home and curl up in a ball, actually that’s a lie, what i would really like to do is smash the hell out of something, break into tiny litte bits.

i’m posting to regain some measure of calm and not go postal in the office